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Yeah Couple hundred thousand for the whip that I don't ever drive (Skrrt) I still pull up on your chick and tell her, "Get inside" Most the shit that we get up to can't be televised (Shh) Every country that I touch, I'm getting recognised Popstar, gotta watch my mouth before it's jeopardised (Yeah) Brodie clean the dirty money till it's sterilised (Woo, woo) I was dropping three for twenty on a specialised (Skrrt, skrrt) Three milli' worth of cribs and I ain't twenty-five Keep the kettles plain, but I put diamonds in my car Yous try and touch me in the club, my youngers firing up the party (Bah) Brought a shawty to the mansion, she was lining up the Charlie Had to kick the fucker out and go and find another Barbie (Woo) I been running up some bread (Yeah), fucking up a cheque Any problems that we had, I just been putting them to bed (Ah) If it's Manny, I'm in Moston, when it's London, I'm in West Treat these models like the rap game, I'm coming for the neck Pop it off (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Buy another bottle, let me pop it off (Woo) Hit it from the back, she let me pop it off (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Say you got a strap, well, pussy, pop it off (Ah) Just pop it off (Yeah) I told her, "Pop it off" (Woo) Every time I hit the strip, you know I lock it off (Skrrt) Letras de cancionesI know your girl already miss me when I drop her off (Ah) I see that Rollie ticking, wouldn't pop it off (Yeah) I'm stuffing racks in an Asda bag and made him drop it off (Grrah) I ain't dancing in no club, but I Milly Rock in pots (Yeah) Fifty for this watch, shit, I might as well have lost a box (Skrrt) She wants to drop that top, thirty-eight rolling, linking thots I done more dirt with my— but running man down's getting long (Grrah) I spent eight on that 'Retta, what's-his-name threw in that John (Bah) I'm Mr. Str8Drop, I get it in and get it gone Ain't hopping in that whip (Whip) if it doesn't pop and bang G-Wagens, Bentley trucks, looking like I'm pushing slabs (Yeah) First time bro seen a brick or opened up the bag Feds used to raid my nan's, but I was sleeping in that trap Still drop the box (Grrah, grrah) if I see the bonnet's black (Yeah) His phone don't pop and bang, it woulda already got grabbed (Bah) He's a rapper tryna trap, I'm a D-boy that raps (Yeah) Fuck a table, I got white girls dancing in them flats (Grrah) Pop it off (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Buy another bottle, let me pop it off (Woo) Hit it from the back, she let me pop it off (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Say you got a strap, well, pussy, pop it off (Ah) Just pop it off (Yeah) I told her, "Pop it off" (Woo) Every time I hit the strip, you know I lock it off (Skrrt) I know your girl already miss me when I drop her off (Ah) From Letras Mania